All in the Life of a Loud

Author's Notes:

I'm going to be posting a few updates to this collection today. So, don't skip by accident! :D

This story was originally going to be a multichapter fic, attempting to deconstruct the April's Fools episode at the motel. I started this in like March last year, and quickly gave up. I figured I'd hold onto it just to see what might happen, but the longer time goes on the more I just don't want to invest my heart into something of this nature.

Be advised: graphic torture, murder, dismemberment, and insanity.

Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2019)

Unbreakable

Luan Loud was always… special.

"Y'wanna know how you're just like cabbage?"

Brown eyes blinked as a knife drew across an old man's neck.

"Please, don't do this!"

A dark chuckle filled the room.

"You're just a head." Slash! "Ha! Get it?"

From her earliest moments, she heard voices in her head. Voices that spoke funny things in her ears; that urged her to do things to her siblings… punny things, cruel things… evil things.

Two spindly arms held out a knife and began carving the skin from an old man's lifeless, bloody body.

Two hands took out a sewing kit and sewed the skin onto a body frame; fitting it with clothes, dousing it in men's cologne, and fitting it over a teenage girl's spindly body.

She normally had some control over those deep urges, but her sanity always hung in the air like a puppet on its strings. One day… those strings just snapped apart… and Luan's sanity fell away.

That girl turned to the pile of muscle and bone; her eyes staring intently at the head that barely hung from the shoulders where she'd slashed deeply across the neck.

"My mom always taught me not to let anything go to waste~"

A girl's giggle filled the room as a spine was slowly carved out of the head; as two young hands reached inside and pulled out flesh and matter in tiny handfuls.

Two eyes rolled across the floor, fleeing like cockroaches… only to be chased with a girlish, "Ewww!" and get crushed beneath two flower-laced shoes.

She couldn't fathom why someone would take the pain and humiliation that was destined for another…

Mad giggling filled the room as a hollow cranium was slipped over a girl's head, an excited, thin arm stuffed a whimsical ponytail up inside to fill in the empty space of a mind that was now gone.

"Ha!" She loved that joke quite a bit. "Get it~?"

Two brown eyes could be seen smiling from the empty sockets of the carcase.

The body frame was opened and the girl stepped inside…

Luan couldn't understand why Lincoln would choose to save Ronnie Anne…

Heavy breathing resounded inside the empty body like a quiet echo inside an endless cavern.

She knew he would do it… she knew he would take it all for her… but try as she might, she couldn't break him… he was unstoppable, unshakeable… unbreakable…

A man's withered skin slammed into a mirror, shattering it to pieces.

A man's bloodied head looked down at the myriad shards strung out across the ground.

She could see him straining at the end… so close… so close to bending his mind until it snapped… yet still so far away.

Two brown eyes looked into a broken reflection and smiled at the wonderful sight staring back.

"You might be strong now, Lincoln…"

A foot lifted up, hovering above those two brown eyes.

"…but no one can stay strong forever…"

As those eyes were crushed into dust, a girl's laughter filled the room until nothing else could be heard.

"I will prove it, dear brother."

She pulled out a phone to message her father.

They were broke down.

They were coming.

He was almost there.

With a deep, racing breathing, Luan looked at the picture her father sent her.

Of Lincoln.

His smile.

His carefree attitude.

His devotion to his family.

And the deep desire she felt inside to take him… to take all of those things away from him… was so strong it made her knees weak. Made her stomach flutter. Made her head light as a feather.

"Sweet Lincoln," as she stroked a hand down her phone, down his cheek, "I will prove that even you…"

She crushed the phone in her costume's grip, delighting in the way it trembled and cracked and snapped between her fingers.

Alone with just herself inside a body, her own ragged, aroused breath filling her costume until her ears began ringing from the noise…

She smiled. And she laughed. And she spun around with an old man's arms twirling in the air.

Because not even Lincoln… not even the hardest nut she has ever tried to crack…

"…even you are not unbreakable!"

Haha-hahahaha-hahahahahaha!

Turning toward a wall, smiling through an unmoving face, she put a hand on her hip and winked.

"Get it?"